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He slowly opens his eyes, his smile broadening as he takes me in and I suddenly feel conscience as I start using my hand to brush my disheveled hair.
“You look beautiful.” He brings his lips to mine kissing the corner of my lips. I should leave, but instead, I find myself melting into his kiss.
Later that day my mother starts bombarding me with phone calls begging that we see and have a chat. After much contemplation, I decide to go over to the house and hear what she has to say, I need to pick up a few of my stuff that I had left there anyway.
Because when all of this is over, I plan on getting my own place.
When I get to the house, I see Rosa making some lemonade and I pour myself a glass before heading upstairs to my mom’s bedroom because that’s where Rosa told me she was. But what she forgot to tell me was that my father was home too.
I stand rooted to the floor in front of my mom’s bedroom as I listen to her and my dad’s conversation.
“What do you mean, Malcolm wants you to wait a while longer?” My mother asks her voice sounding annoyed.
“He says he needs to sort out some financial issue, and that we should be a little patient.”
My groans. “But that wasn’t the plan. The plan was that we make Jewel marry Kyle and then he gives us the money that we need to keep the company afloat. Things aren’t looking so good and it’s only a matter of time before we go into bankruptcy.”
I can’t believe my ears. My parents made me marry Kyle for money, and not because of the lie they sold me about wanting to save my reputation. I feel hot tears drop on my cheeks and then to the floor.
How could they do this to me? How could they sell me off like I’m some commodity? The glass of lemonade I’m holding slips off my hand and crashes to the floor, and before I make a run, the bedroom door opens and I’m staring at my parents with tear-filled eyes.
Chapter 11
Kyle
It’s 11 p.m. and I can feel the weight of time pressing on me. Midnight lurks just around the corner, andmischiefis nowhere to be found. I've tried calling her multiple times, but each unanswered call only deepens the knot of worry in my stomach.
The minutes tick away relentlessly, and I'm left in a state of uncertainty, unable to shake the feeling of impending dread. Where could she be at this late hour, and why hasn't she reached out to let me know? The minutes drag on, making me question everything and pray for her safe return
Fake marriage or not, the least she can do is pick up her phone when I call her. We were supposed to have dinner together. Where on earth can she be at this hour? I’ve called her friends a thousand times and they all say she isn’t with them. And I know they aren’t lying because I’ve gone to where they live just to be sure she isn’t there.
“Where did she say she was going?” I ask her driver for the umpteenth time. After we got married, I had assigned him to her wherever she wants to go. Even though she likes to drive herself, I still insist on him being on standby for the days that she changes her mind.
“She didn’t say, she just told me to hand over the car keys that she wants to drive herself.”
I ball my hands into a fist as I continue to pace around the floor of our living room. It’s a surprise I haven’t bore holes into them with the rate I’ve been pacing. When it dawned on me, I cannot reachMischief,I called her driver about an hour ago.
“When I employed you, what did I tell you is job?”
“To drive Mrs. Anderson around where she wants to go, sir.” He’s now looking at his shoes.
“So why then did you allow her to drive herself? Of what use are you then?”
He opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt him. “Remind me the last place you took her to before she took the car keys from you and decided to drive herself.”
“Her parents, she was…”
I snap my fingers to stop him from talking. He already told me this before but I’m just trying to see if I can make any sense of why she would disappear after visiting her parents, and it clicked. It suddenly makes sense, now. Her parents must have said something to upset her.
I cuss under my breath as I begin texting her; how did I miss this? I should have known this earlier.
“Mischief, I know you were at your parents’ house, and they must have said something to get you upset. Whatever it, just come back home and we will talk about it.”I dismiss her driver who looks like he’s about to piss himself from fear. I can’t stop pacing and I can’t stop cussing under my breath either. Where could she be? I already checked everywhere I know she could have gone to. What if she’s hurt? Was she involved in an accident? Her driving skill is terrible.
No, I highly doubt that's the situation. If it were, I should have received a call already since I made my number her primary emergency contact.
I quickly rush over to my phone which I had tossed on a couch when I hear it buzz with an incoming message.
My shoulders sag with relief when I open the message and see that it’s from Jewel;did you know my parents made me get married to you because your father promised to give them money to relieve my family’s business?
